Chapter 32: The Infirmary

The thunderstorm outside had dwindled to a whisper. Raindrops slid from the eaves and fell to the ground-drip, drip, drip-spattering into tiny puddles. Liliana lay draped across Nixon Walker, gulping for breath. A sheen of sweat still clung to her skin, and with each rise and fall of her chest it caught the dim light, glimmering like dust motes in the air. They stayed that way in silence. After what felt like a long while, Liliana lifted herself from his body. She reached into the tray on the desk,...